-=- fan(t)əm fī(ə)r =-=

Underneath the shadowed moon, Whispers in the dark consume, Echoes of a distant scream, Trapped inside a twisted dream. In the alleyways of night, We walk alone, devoid of light, A labyrinth of shattered glass, Reflections of a haunted past. The silence speaks in chilling tones, Secrets buried in the stones, Feel the pulse beneath the ground, In this darkness, we are bound. We are the shadows, we are the night, Lost in the depths, out of sight, In the silence, we conspire, Burning cold, in a phantom fire. Through the mist, the figures glide, Ghosts of memories, collide, Whispers of forgotten lore, Echo through the midnight floor. In the stillness, hear the call, Of the shadows, rise and fall, In this void, we come alive, In the darkness, we survive. We are the shadows, we are the night, Lost in the depths, out of sight, In the silence, we conspire, Burning cold, in a phantom fire. As the dawn begins to break, We retreat, our forms opaque, Until the night returns once more, We linger in the shadowed door.